Old Fears

“What if he was a big bear?”

Bertram wished Laura hadn’t said those words. He couldn’t explain how the little bear she was hugging could be a big bear. Now that he looked closer, he noticed other – more impossible – things.

The little bear had glass eyes. They blinked as he stared at them. His moist nose had the shine of plastic to it. Bertram’s keen eyes could see little stitches in the body – a crocheted body. No, the bear was a stuffed animal and yet – and yet it was clearly alive. Magic? Why did it always have to be magic?!